The tentacles are slithering across the seven seas,
The leagues they cross are dangerous to all but them it seems,
For with them is the Emperor, and all who swim with me
Have nothing to fear from all the wondrous sights that they shall see.
First, leaving the city,
The reef I call my throne,
The coral gardens call to me,
As we pass the Whale of Stone,
A mighty, sacred statue,
Reminding all who see,
The weight, the boundless grandeur,
The glory of the sea!
Now, we reach the border,
Through the Sharksbite Gate,
Careful not to harm ourselves
on the teeth that line the way,
The Seaweed Fields below us
And the ocean lies before,
Come, we must make haste, there's still
A thousand leagues to shore!
The tentacles are slithering across the seven seas,
The leagues they cross are dangerous to all but them it seems,
For with them is the Emperor, and all who swim with me
Have nothing to fear from all the wondrous sights that they shall see.
Moving through a misty chasm,
Of depth and darkness vast,
The water feels so cold here,
And shadows flicker past,
But the gloom seems to be shifting,
And a giant eye appears,
With gleaming scale, and mighty tail,
The Leviathan is here!
He drifts upwards before us
From the fathoms of the deep,
And rests upon a plateau
To coil himself and sleep..
Alas, we must disturb him,
We scale the crumbling crag,
Now, I survey my kingdom,
Riding on the Leviathan's back!
The tentacles are slithering across the seven seas,
The leagues they cross are dangerous to all but them it seems,
For with them is the Emperor, and all who swim with me
Have nothing to fear from all the wondrous sights that they shall see.
We pass the bubbling crevices
that scorch the southern reach,
great pillars of living, burning stone
like fingers come from each,
Now reach The Glittering Curtain
where jellyfish writhe and wring.
tendrils stroke us gently
They know better than to sting!
See! The sea has beauty,
its landscape never still
A twisting, swirling, maelstrom,
Ever bending to my will!
And as we surge across it,
its majesty rushing past,
with golden sands, it's glory stands
as a violent work of art!
The tentacles are slithering across the seven seas,
The leagues they cross are dangerous to all but them it seems,
For with them is the Emperor, and all who swim with me
Have nothing to fear from all the wondrous sights that they shall see.
